Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-05-15

fanlly. hIlN, once wncn 1 was tlclp,
Jack got u tall cut hunting and hsosc
his collar lulc; Sor never saw s!ch Il
deuce OF Il luss IS Sir john made about
him."
"Ah!' said Mr.. Bcngo, pcnsivcly. and
he rclaIsel into silence.
The first evening at Townlcv Court
was rather n trying ordeal for Mr.. Bengo.
He was quite sharp enough to see that
Sir John. though deliberately polite, looked
upon him rs more or less of an iH~tcrloler,
and the rest of the family took their rue
from the head of the house. But Mr..
Bengo was not easily cast down. He
contrived TO appease the haronet 10y talk
ing POLITICS Of the ultra-Tory order, he
made himself uno~bstrusively entertaining
at dinner, and he ~ingratiated himself
with the ladies' by his performance ON
the piano; for, among his other accom-
conplishmcnts. Mr.. Bengo was no mean
musician. Upon the whole, therefore,
he made a distinctly favorable impress
sion. and Jack warmly congratulated
him upon his success before retiring for
the night.
BY the way. old man." said Mr.,
Townlcy. on leaving his friends Don
" Whatever YOU do, don't shoot wild to-
morrow. The Governors as nervous as
a cat. and I've known him turn a man
out of the house simply for pointing his
gun down line"
Fright You are" replied Mr.. Bengo.
'In he careful"
And the next day he was rs good rs
his worl, There were eight guns, game
was plentiful, and the cover, thick. but
nothing could exceed Mr. Bungo's caution.
Erequ Ntly lie refrained from taking an
easy shut because Of the danger Of pep
pering a stop gun, and his prudence,
coupled with the fact that he shot
fairly well. elected commentator even
from the crusty baronet himself. Mr..
Bison, ON the contrary, WIS not so for
tunate. From no fault Of his own a few
stray pellets from his gun glanced Off a
tree in dangerous proximity Ia Jack
Townlcy'S head, and Sir John waXed
furious az once.
"Confouud YOU. sir!' he calculated.
"Do Won want Ia kill somebody; Why
don't you Look where you are shooting:"
1T wasn't my fault, Sir John" plead
ell the doctor; lit was only a ricochet."
''Ricochet I've hanged.' growlel his
iratc host. What do you want to 90
firing at a tree for:'
And the argument grew so warm that
Bilsom vowel to Jack hat he was not
going 10 stay u Ge insglted, and would
return to town the next day.
Don't he an ass. Tom" demonstrated
Mr.. Townlcy. The governor doesn't
mean anything. It's only his way"
Mighty unpleasant way" grumhlei
the doctor. What do you think about
it. BenEo:"
"Well. Sir John is not exactly a model
NJ amiability, responded that worthy.
who did not seem very anxious to smooth
matters over.
Certainly not" said Bilsom. as Jack
left them. 1--WE a good mind 10 have a
shot at the old curmudgeon-it would
serve him right"
That sape night Mr.. Bengo contrived
that Jack and he should he left in the
billiard room together after the other men
had retired. and. after a little skirmish.
ing. he asked his debtor point blank what
he meant To do in the matter Of the
$4,000. Jack had consoled himself somc.
what freely with his fathers port, and
his ideas were confused.
"What on earth do you suppose | can
do:" he replied huskily. Il daren't. for
my soul. ask the old man for it,"
well. If YOU won't, ! must. thats
ALL" replied Mr.. Bengo, with determine.
tion.
For my sake. DON'T pleaded the I'M
happy Mr.. Townley. ut will be all
right, old fellow-a all right in time
Il dare say. my boy: but. honor bright.
am hard up. so he must know about il
soOn."
You wouldn't serve a pal such a
trick. Bengo: YOU surely wouldn't" And
Jack looked the picture Of maudlin mis-
cry.
We'll. a. n matter Of fact. there is an
other way replied Mr.. Rengo: "but you
may nnt like it,"
Anything is ietter than that said
Townley. frightening up n little. Tell
me what il IT,"
Its the only thing lean think Of. and
Won won't u" much the wor,r. said Mr..
Bcngo. rciloctively.
Come. man, ont with H." replied
Jack. vaIorously.
And. in response to the invitation. Mr..
Rrngo drow NEARER to his friend. and con.
ii,lci ru him n scheme.
That's all very fine. said Jack rue.
fully; "but il strikes me as being a prec-
i"uS deal lnttcr for you than for me.
SupprSr IL doesn't come of. too
"Nuuscnvr. il must come of. ] get
paid. you n a couple Of thousand
ready, and are received into the ln>Om Of
your family, like the ~reI~ntaut prodi.
cal"
But how about a doctor?"
My good friend. said Bcngo. do
you suppose ] haven't thought Of that;
We can square BilSom, Of course. He
hates the old man like poison.
And the governor will wire 10 Lon
don for n swell surgeon, said Jack. with
tipsy cunning.
"In that case we must stop the WIRE"
replied Mr., Bengo. well take vour
choice, " be- added. after a pause.
"Oh. II | must must, | supposed
and Jack rose unstcadily T. rp to bed.
Il only wish you were in my shoes, that's
ALL"
II dare say you do, said Nlr. Bengo,
gimly; "hut then you see I'm npt. We
will arrange details in the morning.
Coed night
The next morning Jack Ind not the
laast r,I,Ilagti,p 81 tho p1an 4, uhiCh he